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━ A saddened expression was apparent upon his facial features.
His old friend stood before him, having to see the king in such distress.
How rude of him to be in such a mood. Happiness should be showing ( if
that was even possible ). The underground was unhappy about the wars
between life above, he knew it. He was along with the underground.
❝ I do remember such, but.. ❞
“ɴᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғʀᴇᴛ.”
The scientist allows himself to move next to the saddened king, gentle smile reaching his eyes, making him seem older than he is. One hand moves to its place on Asgore’s arm ( the one closest to Gaster, of course ), and he cannot think of any way better to help the king through a trying time such as this.
Willow & Gaster have been friends for longer than either of them can barely recall. From before the war was even an abstract concept, from when everyone was coinciding with each other PEACEFULLY, the two had known each other and had gotten along rather well. Having met each other through the friendship of their close friend-and-adversary up until the war named Asgore, they immediately hit it off; they were inseparable shortly after meeting, and this was only in their teenage years. Things only got better between them, and they don’t regret a thing.
Shortly after they had turned 29 in human years, tension began to build between the two races, due to some false rumors and badly timed phrases. Skiffs broke out, strifes happened, people died. No one liked where this was going, not in the slightest. Everyone turned to these two for help, but they kept reassuring that they had everything under control. The pressure was building on them.
It broke Gaster quicker than it did Willow.
Gaster lost himself in the research they were doing, to a point that he nearly became a different person from who he was. This only caused Willow to be pushed past his breaking point as well. There was a small argument between the two, but it was forced. The both of them knew that things were already bad, and they had to do something. Only Gaster seemed to not be forcing as much as Willow was.
Throughout the next few days, the tensions & skiffs became full out brawls. Within the next week, Willow had been manipulated into believing he was attempting to befriend liars & cheaters -- MONSTERS who wanted to KILL HIM, and he attempted to kill Gaster first. Gaster saw what was happening and didn’t put up a fight. He simply took his half of the research and left, waited for everything to calm down, even if he knew it wouldn’t. So he went to Asgore and told him that he refused to fight, because that meant choosing between his best friends in his life. And he left to the mountain, and he was the first to disappear there.
Many, many, many years later...
A changed man, known to little to none as the First Royal Scientist -- the Scientist lost to Spacetime, Wingdings Gaster Serif had found that his old friend ( his BEST friend ) had been set free when all the other monsters did, by a young child named FRISK. Gaster and Willow are together once again. They plan to never separate, unless direly necessary.
THE SKELETON takes a second or two to process the other’s speech, bursting out in laughter when he realizes that gaster had made a pun. sans begins to wheeze when he looks up and sees gaster’s face, needing to take a minute to calm down from that one, single joke. when he finally collected himself together, sans talks.
* as much as i’d LOVE to take the day off, doc, ALPHYS wanted me to look over her calculations for that… new project she’s been working on, y’know ?
* she said it’ll probably take a few hours, i think. thanks for the offer, though.
oh, how sans would love to kickback and relax in his home in snowdin and simply… lounge around all day, but the way alphys asked for his help on his new project persuaded him to stay at the lab for help her. and plus, they were beginning to become friends, and– isn’t that what friends do ?
Even though he may not be a fan of the puns the smaller uses, he is glad that his momentary lapses in attention cause the other to laugh so hard, so easily. He is glad that he’s becoming the source of that laughter, that sense of ease around the lab. Lately, he’s began thinking that he’s the reason things are going wrong... ( Not that he’d bring that up with anyone. ) Gaster places the papers about the CORE ( && how it’s acting up ) on top, hoping that the scribbles on the edge of the paper do not drag attention to it too much, and he gives a smile.
* it had been dead quiet in the house–
papyrus was busy with his super private
one-on-one training with undyne– so to
say the sudden voice surprises him is a
massive understatement. if he had skin,
he would’ve jumped out of it.
* he doesn’t need to see who’s speaking
to know who it is– he recognizes the voice
almost immediately. but the last few times
he’s heard his father’s voice, he was sure
it was just his imagination. if only to make
himself feel better, sans turns to face gaster
with wide eyes.
* i… huh?
Oh... Well, that was unexpected. The Tower of a Skeleton gave the same look back the smaller, younger one, unsure of how else to react; soon, however, the realization that he had been Heard -- had been Seen by Sans settled in like drying cement, and his hands came up to his mouth, covering it lightly, fading only slightly in embarrassment. His face lit up a gentle purple tint as he took a quarter-step back, words Lost on him worse than when he first started working for the King. What was he supposed to say? That his statement still stands? ( It does. ) That this is an awkward way to meet? ( It is. ) He isn’t sure, but all the possibilities fold inside his head, dying long before they reach his tongue.
Eventually, he settles on saying what comes to mind, face still tinted by the embarrassed hue on his cheeks.
“OH. UM. SORRY ABOUT THAT...
I DIDN’T THINK YOU COULD...
HEAR ME? I APOLOGIZE IF I AM
INTRUDING ON SOMETHING,
MY CHILD.”
* but, isn’t sleeping a lot a good thing, though ?
he makes an attempt to help gaster clean up his workspace, passing him a few loose pens and pencils from the workspace and, occasionally, the floor. continuing his sentence, he shrugs.
* i wouldn’t know. i’m a bit like a bicycle, i’m always two tired.
He had grown used to the puns his Assistant would constantly make fit into the conversation. At first, he had reacted rather Horribly to them, likely scaring the poor skeleton, but as he accidentally made a few of his own, he realized that they’re not Too Bad... ( Plus, if he gets to see Sans smile, then so be it. )
“AS I CAN SO EASILY TELL.
WHICH GRANTS ME THE
IDEA TO ASK... WHY DON’T
YOU TAKE THE REST OF
THE DAY OFF? OR... TAKE
IT EASY? YOU LOOKED LIKE
YOU’VE WORKED YOURSELF
DOWN TO THE BONE.”
. . .
His eyes shut & he has this look on his face that practically screams ‘i did it again’.
A gentle grin tugs at the corners of his lips in response to the one the other wore, a scoff escaping him in sheer amusement at the phrase.
‘ Gaster – You’ve aged well too it would seem !! Time seems to have done you just as much good, no ? ’
“... YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED
A BIT, WILLOW.”
His tone is nothing short of Gentle & Sweet, as if recalling some long lost memory -- truly, that is not too far off, as Part of said memories is standing in front of him at the moment. A small bundle of laughter rakes his form, and he brushes his Bony fingers against the back of his skull, motioning like he had no idea as to what to say. ( -- he did, oh he Did. )
“I SEE THAT YOU PLANNED
ON THE BARRIER BEING
BROKEN TO BE RESURRECT-
ED. I WAS WORRIED FOR A
WHILE THERE, THAT SOME-
ONE HAD KILLED YOU.”
Although the Hound had intended to first CONFIRM its suspicion with this VISIT, it could not quite BRING itself to expect any OTHER sight than the one it FOUND. Cerberus might not know all the DETAILS of this man’s work, but it did not believe anything IMPORTANT enough for him to disregard his own WELL-BEING. To have such be a COMMON occurrence brought forth rare CONCERN an emotion the beast found rather STRANGE. But it prompted ONE of its skulls to move closer to its creator and, WITHOUT warning, laid its heavy MUZZLE right on TOP of the PAPERS Cerberus showed no hint of an APOLOGY or even JEST. It genuinely thought of this as a USEFUL action in getting the man to REST.
❛ YES, FATHER. AND YOU SHOULD BE AS WELL BUT NOT ON YOUR DESK ❜
The sudden action from the Hound had elicited a startled & tired sound from Gaster; while the sound was normal in the household -- from the activities that happened there, to the crashing of the boys trying to control their magic... it could get quite Hectic. Finally, the stiffness receded, and the skeleton let out a reluctant sigh; However, he seemed to not have any Intent on moving out of his seat.
“NO NO. MY CHILD, I AM
MERELY FINISHING UP
THE LAST OF MY PAPER-
WORK.”
That is what he said Last Night as well, though...
He had fallen into a dreamless sleep about an hour ago, slumped over the counter of his sentry post. This is a rare occasion; Sans rarely bothers to attend the station at all. Sleeping, however– that is an event often visited by the diminutive skeleton.
Gaster’s question draws Sans from the drowsy depths, pulling his eyesockets open. The rest of his body remains still. Even in his barely awake state, he already knows who’s behind him. It’s the wrongness that Gaster carries with him, echoing in his shadow. According to the laws of spacetime (regulations that Sans has an interesting relationship with), he is a creature that should not be, but exists regardless. Thus he is wrong, and Sans can feel it. (Something is different about him this time, something Sans can neither place nor force himself to care about.)
It takes several, sleepy moments for Sans to drag a lethargic response from his rigid jaw. “Yeah. Wood’s pretty comfortable if you’re used to it.”
The gentle smile fades from the Scientist’s features as he realizes that -- maybe -- he isn’t supposed to be here, at this moment in time. Of course, that is to say that he’ll ever be in an area in which he is supposed to be; that hasn’t happened for quite a long time... He can just barely remember the time, but it is there. ( It gives him HOPE for a better future for monsters -- for everyone. ) Regardless, he sincerely hopes that this is not evident as he speaks, the response that Sans had given one that is most certainly used to be playful -- a jab at something that is otherwise Concerning. Being the Father that he is, Gaster will always be concerned about his Children. ( Whether they are his children or not, however... )
“SANS...”
Oh, he knows a good way to ease the tension ( even if the Thrill had been lost on him long ago ).
Sorrya bout all the OOC lately guys. I’m just not safe from anyone I know IRL asking questios except here, and the other fandom I’m in is... pretty bad as it stands. I;m going to evnetually get to replies, but I just want to go back in time and stop myself from evet feeling emotion hhhaa.
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